Page 97 of Something Borrowed

“It works both ways. Please,” I beg. I want nothing more than to bring him the most pleasure he’s ever had. We spent all that time having sex, and I thought we were close, but I never knew what it felt like to love him in bed openly and joyfully because my head was too clouded by worry and what-ifs.

“Yes,” he whispers, and jubilation fills me.

“Lie on your back, baby.”

His head cocks, confusion crossing his face at the endearment, but he obediently lowers himself down to the mattress a lot more gracefully than I’d probably manage.

“You are very overdressed,” I point out. There’s a familiar tenderness in my tone, and he must hear it, because he suddenly relaxes.

“Then get busy,” he says, flapping his arms like I’m his servant.

“VeryDownton Abbey,” I say approvingly, and he snorts.

The laughter dies as I unbutton his shirt, spread the soft blue cotton, and reveal his broad chest dusted in soft dark hair. I drop a chain of kisses over the expanse, pausing to lick and suck at his nipples. He goes rigid and then arches toward me. I strip off his shirt and throw it over the side of the bed before turning my attention to his shorts. After removing them, along with his briefs, my mouth waters as his cock hits his stomach with a meaty thwack.

He’s nude, stretched across the bed, and I sit back on my heels to look at him. I never took my time with him before. I was so intent on rushing towards sex in case he changed his mind. He’s so beautiful—long, lean, with golden skin and messy hair. He’s magic in the quiet room, like a creature created by the moonlight and shadows.

“Now you.” Stan’s words break the spell, and he’s once more my Stan, his face full of life. He sits up and pats across my chest until he finds the buttons on my shirt. He nimbly unbuttons them, tracing a path over my chest with his fingers. My sharp intake of breath acts as a starting pistol, and he moves with shocking speed to rip away my clothes until I’m naked.

When he starts to kiss my shoulder, I push him back. “Let me,” I whisper.

He cocks his head, a funny smile on his face before he nods and lowers back to the mattress.

I lean over him, trailing my fingers over his face before fitting my lips to his. I kiss him slowly, sucking on his tongue and listening to his breathing get faster. His neck and chest are next for some attention. I nuzzle under his ear, licking and making him shiver before I drop kisses across his torso like daisy chains. He jerks and groans when I lick his nipple, and I watch as it pebbles. Then I suck harder, giving it a gentle bite that makes him jump.

“Wanker,” he whispers.

“Yourwanker,” I correct him and move on down to his ribs.

He wriggles and curses as I lick and nibble at his rib cage, tasting the sweat salty-sweet on my tongue.

Then I kiss my way down his happy trail, hearing his breath hitch, feeling anticipation thicken. He arches up and groans as I bury my nose in his bush and inhale. The scent is spicy and dark here, and I rub my face against his cock, making him jerk.

“You’re a tease,” he mutters.

“Never. Ialwayscome through.”

“Like a… Ah!” He gasps as I suck the head of his dick into my mouth.

I pull off. “Like what?

“I don’t know. I think you just sucked all my brain cells out of my dick.”

He moans as I lick a line down his cock, coming back up to suck the juicy plump head into my mouth again. It’s wet with precome, and the taste explodes over my tongue like a supernova. I close my eyes and pinch the head of my own cock to quell my arousal. I suck him down, feeling the fat head against the back of my throat. Needing some pressure, I straddle his leg and lower myself, still sucking so I can hump the long muscle.

He cups my head, urging me on. No gentleman now. It makes me fiercely glad.

“Take it,” he grunts. “Use me.”

I rub feverishly, the hair on his leg abrading my cock in a way that makes my eyes cross. I swallow around his dick, and he grunts.

Suddenly, he’s pushing me away and sitting, all the muscles in his body moving in a very distracting way. He taps my leg, and I obey his unspoken urging and scrabble into his lap.

“What now?” I whisper, straddling him.

He smiles. One hand around my neck draws me to him so he can kiss me. The other roams down my back before gripping my arse and tucking me tightly into his lap. I feel safe and unbearably turned on, so I kiss him, my hands roaming along his muscled arms, and then kneading his shoulders while I writhe in his lap, rubbing against his cock.

Stan’s fingers trace my crack, and I gasp in a breath of sex-scented air. I pull back, resting one hand on his hairy legs and arching my body. With the other, I grab his hand and place it on my torso.

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